Our niece is living with us now. This house is never ours alone.
The kids come back. They come with kids, once with a dog
Who doesn't leave. Sometimes, their friends have come to
Stay for months, for years. It's as if we are hoteliers, except
We that we are rarely paid.

This niece is quite a piece of work. She's 21, but acts fourteen.
Loud and vapid, self-absorbed, I find myself avoiding her.
She's come because her job is here, her first, I think. I'm glad
That she is gone all day, and there's some hope that, over time,
Her bosses and her coworkers will help her to grow up.